This is a song about "Raps about confucianism"

He raps fine lines he knows he raps tight

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

I ask myself "what influences my raps?"...

Got a condo on my wrist girl, i'm cashing out

This is what i want from my raps and what it's all about

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Thinking they’re so macho with their mindless raps,

I destroyed it with my raps,

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

This is what i want from my raps and what it's all about

I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

You cant make a dime with your raps